A/N: What has happened to everyone! Only 8 reveiws for the previous chapter! Glad I got some but still...! Come on I know you can do better than that!

Because the last few chapters have been so down and depressing, I decided to make this one a little more lighthearted...so you realise that means no update on Bo right...-ducks crankshafts and beer glasses- Hey hey hey! Come on if you reveiw then i'll update quicker and you can know more about him alright! Sheesh:-p

R&R...please!

Rosco sat outside Cooter's garage the next morning, looking around for the crazy mechanic. He knew that Cooter had the General, there was no one else who could fix him up as well as Cooter could after such a bad accident, and without a warrant there wasn't anyway he could get in unless Cooter let him. He needed to get to the General in order to get Boss out of the predicament he was in, to do what he had done to the boys so many times…plant evidence.

Sure enough, Cooter soon pulled into the garage parking bay, frowning as he saw Rosco step out of his patrol car and start to head over. He leant against the side of his truck, hands in his pockets and in no mood to deal with what appeared to be an oncoming Boss Hogg scheme. He was plum worried about Bo, having received no word from Luke as of yet as to how Bo was doing.

"Mornin' Rosco, what can I do for ya."

"Cooter, don't you 'morning Rosco' me. Now I know you got the General in your garage, and I want to see it."

"What General?"

Rosco stood up straighter, frowning at Cooter.

"Y'all know very well which General. General Lee."

'Rosco are you goin' squirrelly? General Lee's been dead for years and years."

"Cooter Davenport! You know too well I mean the Duke Boys car."

'Oh! You mean the General Lee! Well what about him?"

"It's in your garage."

"What is?"

"The General Lee."

"Is where?"

"In your Garage."

"What is?"

Don't you just love ol' Cooter? A master of shucking and jivin' and a damndecent friend too.

Cooter had to fight back hoots of laughter and keep his face straight as Rosco started his usual incoherent noises in anger. Cooter knew Luke didn't want him to get at Boss yet, they had to make sure that Boss really was in on the scheme in the first place, but that didn't stop Cooter having a little fun with his henchmen.

"Cooter Davenport, now you listen. The General Lee is in your garage and I want to take a look at it! Now is you goin' to let me in or not?"

"Not."

Rosco jumped in surprise at Cooter's sudden change of attitude, but quickly puffed up his chest and drew himself up to full height…which actually wasn't very tall.

"Why not?"

"I don't gots to have a reason, it's my garage."

"You better have a good reason, of I'll cuff ya and stuff ya for getting' in the way of official police business."

Cooter now pushed himself away from the side of his truck and stood nose to nose with Rosco, who instantly looked very uncomfortable.

"Alright Rosco. I ain't goin' to let you in cause you're plannin' to plant somethin' in the General to frame the Duke Boys for sumthin' they didn't do."

"Oh now you just hush Cooter. I want to search the General to see if there's any evidence of who ran Bo off the road and killed him last night, god rest his soul."

At this, Cooter raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Now how'd you know bout Bo? He's only found six hours ago and Luke, Jesse and Daisy've all stayed at the hospital. Ain't no one had time to tell anyone bout his condition."

Now Rosco looked really worried, and Cooter enjoyed watching him squirm and stumble for an explanation for a while before finally pushing Rosco away from him.

"Rosco, I suggest you get your facts right. For one, Bo ain't dead and two, we's already know who did this to him and the barn. So you's just go and tell Boss that as soon as Bo is up to it, we'll be on his tail faster than polecat's on grease."

Rosco's eyes went so wide Cooter though they might pop out of his head. Cooter shook his head in disgust and went to unlock his office door, when a timid voice sounded behind him. He turned round to see Rosco looking worriedly at him, playing with his hat which was now in his hands.

"Cooter…uh how…how is Bo…really?"

Cooter seriously debated whether or not he should tell him, but the look in Rosco's eyes told him that the Sheriff was genuinely concerned and he sighed.

"I don't know Rosco….I just…don't know."

He slipped silently into the garage and locked the doors behind him, pulling the cover off the wreck that stood dejectedly before him and getting to work.

Now look here….do y'all recognize those two fella's steppin' out them bushes? I sure do…

Nigel and Ronny waited until the Sheriff took off in his patrol car and Cooter locked the doors to his garage before stepping out of their hiding places.

"That ain't possible. There ain't no way that guy survived that accident!"

"Well Nigel at the moment it looks like he did."

"So what we goin' to do now?"

"We's just gonna have to wait on the bank raid and finish this guy off before he can squeal on us."

"But Ronny, Boss knows our names and faces! If we kill…"

"Look, this guy's pretty hurt from what I can tell from that accident. It wouldn't be too surprisin' if he just…passes away from his injuries now would it. Then we raid the bank and get out of this hell hole before Boss even knows what hit him."

"I like the way you think."

"Come on, grab the car and let's head to the hideout. With a bit of good timin', we can nail him 'afore he has a chance to wake up."

Now I'll give ya one guess who 'this guy' is. I sure hope they got good security at that hospital.